You are my wild child. My tiny firecracker. My little twin flame. It’s the matching of our energy that sometimes makes me feel breathless, though it might also be the cardio I earn chasing you around.
And, tomorrow, you are two.
Two weeks ago, I was in tears over spilled apple juice. Tonight, I’m in stitches because THIS: Suffice it to say that it took everything in me to not die laughing. When I walked into the living room, he had his arms on his knees, head hanging, knowing damn well he’d done something he shouldn’t… Continue reading Toddlers With Tattoos
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